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The Heart of a Maid 

Oh, Gather Me the Rose 

A Street Sketch 

Love Within the Lover's Breast 

To a Fair Lady 

Fairy Song 

Love Me Not for Comely Grace 

There's Something Strange 

Clouds 

To Minnie 

Woman's Faith 

To 



Exile 

A Rose Will Fade 

Et Melle et Felle 

Love on the Mountain 

Phyllis 

A Revocation 

Between the Showers 



Dora Sigerson Shorter 

W. E. Henley 

J. Ashby-Sterry 

George Meredith 

William Maxwell 

Elinor Sweetman 

Anonymous 

Thomas Moore 

Dora Sigerson Shorter 

Robert Louis Stevenson 

Sir Walter Scott 

Lord Byron 

Susan L. Mitchell 

Dora Sigerson Shorter 

Anonymous 

Thomas Boyd 

Sir C. Sedley 

Sir Thomas Wyatt 

Amy Levy 



CONTENTS 



The "Nun 

Three Shadows 

A Serenade 

Je Ne Sais Quoi! 

Beauty's Dream 

The First Song 

Helen's Song 

Glory 

A Dream Garden 

A Song of Love 

The Shepherdess 

At Night 

Beauty's Daughters 

Cupid's Kiss 

To Daphne 

The Silent Lover 

Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid 

A Birthday 

Echo 

To Daffodils 



Leigh Hunt 

Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

Edward Coates Pinkney 

W. Whitehead 

Sir Walter Scott 

Richard Burton 

Philip James Bailey 

Thomas Moore 

Ella Young 

Anonymous 

Alice Meynell 

Thomas Moore 

Lord Byron 

Walter Learned 

Sir Walter Besant 

Sir Walter Raleigh 

Anonymous 

Christina G. Rossetti 

Thomas Moore 

Robert Herrick 



CONTENTS 



In the Days of Old 

Fortunio's Song 

A Song for the Asking 

Song 

To Amarantha 

Her Lips 

Envy 

Cherry-Ripe 

Song 

Love 

Inconstancy 

Present in Absence 



Thomas Love Peacock 

Alfred de Musset 

Francis Orrery Ticknor 

Frances Sargent Osgood 

Richard Lovelace 

Walter Savage Landor 

Seumas O'Sullivan 

Richard Allison 

Mortimer Collins 

Thomas Moore 

Joseph Rodman Drake 

Anonymous 



Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May Robert Herrick 
The Sedges Seumas O'Sullivan 



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The publishers desire to ex- 
press their indebtedness to 
the following authors and 
publishers for the use in this 
book of certain poems: Rich- 
ard Burton, Mrs. Clement 
Shorter (Dora Sigerson), 
Alice Meynell, Walter 
Learned, Frederick A. 
Stokes Co., Charles 
Scribner's Sons. 




THE HEART OF A MAID 



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N the heart of a rose 

Lies the heart of a maid ; 

If you be not afraid 

You will wear it. Who knows ? 

In the pink of its bloom 
Lay your lips to her cheek ; 
Since a rose cannot speak, 
And you gain the perfume. 

If the dews on the leaf 
Are the tears from her eyes ; 
If she withers and dies 
Why you have the belief, 



That a rose cannot speak, 
Though the heart of a maid 
In its bosom must fade, 
And with fading must break. 




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OH, GATHER ME THE ROSE 




H, gather me the rose, the rose, 
While yet in flower we find it, 

For summer smiles, but summer goes, 
And winter waits behind it. 

For with the dream foregone, foregone, 

The deed forborne forever, 
The worm regret will canker on, 

And time will turn him never. 

So well it were to love, my love, 

And cheat of any laughter 
The fate beneath us and above, 

The dark before and after. 



The myrtle and the rose, the rose, 
The sunshine and the swallow, 

The dream that comes, the wish that goes, 
The memories that follow. 




A STREET SKETCH 




PON the kerb, a maiden neat— 
Her hazel eyes are passing sweet- 
There stands, and waits in dire distress : 
The muddy road is pitiless, 
And 'busses thunder down the street ! 

A snowy skirt, all frills and pleat ; 
Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet 
Peep out beneath her kilted dress, 
Upon the kerb. 

She'll first advance and then retreat, 
Half-frightened by a hansom fleet. 
She looks around I must confess 
With marvellous coquettishness ! 
Then droops her eyes, and looks discreet, 
Upon the kerb. 





LOVE WITHIN THE LOVER'S 

BREAST 



OVE within the lover's breast 
Burns like Hesper in the West, 
O'er the ashes of the sun, 
Till the day and night are done ; 
Then when dawn drives up his car— 
Lo ! it is the morning star. 

Love! thy love pours down on mine, 
As the sunlight on the vine, 
As the snow rill on the vale, 
As the salt breeze on the sail ; 
As the song unto the bird 
On my lips thy name is heard. 



As a dewdrop on the rose 
In thy heart my passion glows ; 
As a sky lark to the sky, 
Up into thy breast 1 fly; 
As a sea-shell of the sea 
Ever shall I sing of thee. 








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LOVE ME NOT FOR COMELY 

GRACE 




OVE me not for comely grace, 
For my pleasing eye or face, 
Nor for any outward part, 
No, nor for my constant heart ; 
For those may fail or turn to ill, 
So thou and I shall sever: 
Keep therefore a true woman's eye 
And love me still, but know not why. 
So hast thou the same reason still 
To dote upon me ever. 




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THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE 




HERE'S something strange, I know not what, 

Comes o'er me ; 
Some phantom I've forever got 

Before me. 
1 look on high, and in the sky 

Tis shining, 
On earth its light with all things bright 

Seems twining, 
In vain I try this goblin's spells 

To sever ; 
Go where I will, it round me dwells 

Forever. 

And, then, what tricks by day and night 

It plays me ; 
In every shape, the wicked sprite 

Waylays me. 
Sometimes, like two bright eyes of blue 

'Tis glancing ! 
Sometimes, like feet in slippers neat 

Comes dancing! 
By whispers round, of every sort 

I'm taunted. 
Never was mortal man, in short, 

So haunted ! 




CLOUDS 




UGHTER and song for my cheer, 

Life is so fair. 
None so happy as I 

Anywhere ; 
Birds in the woods carol clear, 
White clouds in the sky. 

Song silent and brow with a frown, 

Why is this so? 
Guiltless am 1 

Would you know, 
The lark from the heavens drops down ; 
Grey clouds in the sky. 

Sighing and tears for my sorrow, 

Life is so drear, 
None so weary as I, 

'Tis a mere 
Waste of love and a wish for to-morrow- 
Black night in the sky. 




TO MINNIE 

(WITH A HANDGLASS) 




PICTURE frame for you to fill, 

A paltry setting for your face, 
A thing that has no worth until 
You lend it something of your grace. 

I send, (unhappy I that sing, 
Laid by awhile upon the shelf) 

Because I would not send a thing 
Less charming than you are yourself. 

And happier than I, alas! 

(Dumb thing, I envy its delight) 
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass, 

And look you in the face to-night. 




WOMAN'S FAITH 



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OMAN'S faith and woman's trust- 
Write the characters in dust ; 
Stamp them on the running stream, 
Print them on the moon's pale beam ; 
And each evanescent letter, 
Shall be clearer, firmer, better, 
And more permanent, I ween, 
Than the thing those letters mean. 

I have strained the spider's thread 
'Gainst the promise of a maid ; 
I have weighed a grain of sand 
'Gainst her plight of heart and hand ; 
1 told my true love of the token, 
How her faith proved light, and her word 

was broken; 
Again her word and truth she plight 
And I believed them again— ere night. 






UT once I dared to lift my eyes 

To lift my eyes to thee ; . 
And since that day, beneath the skies 

No other sight they see. 

In vain sleep shuts them in the night, 
The night grows day to me, 

Presenting idly to my sight 
What still a dream must be. 

A fatal dream— for many a bar 
Divides thy fate from mine, 

And still my passions wake and war, 
But peace be still with thine. 






Y wild will spreads its wings and flies 
To reach your heart, my dove. 

The winds of love on which I rise 
Gather in storms above, 
And drift me from my love. 

Love's self I sought and in thy heart 
I thought his home must be, 

Though all his storms sweep us apart ; 
My homing wings to thee 
Flutter continually. 

Where shall I find thee? To and fro 
Thy homeless bird is driven. 

Forever lonely must I go. 
From every shelter riven, 
Wing-weary under heaven. 




A ROSE WILL FADE 




OU were always a dreamer, Rose-red Rose, 
As you swung on your perfumed spray 
Swinging, and all the world was true, 
Swaying, what did it trouble you ? 
A rose will fade in a day. 

Why did you smile to his face, red Rose, 
As he whistled across your way ? 
And all the world went mad for you, 
All the world it knelt to woo. 
A rose will bloom in a day. 

1 gather your petals, Rose-red Rose, 
The petals he threw away ; 
And all the world derided you, 
Ah, the world, how well it knew 
A rose will fade in a day. 





ET MELLE ET FELLE 




HAT hast thou done to me, 

Girl, with the dream in thine eyes? 

Brightened the sun to me, 

Lightened the skies ; 

Made there be one to me, 

One only sun to me 

Not in the skies. 

What hast thou done to me, 

Girl, with the dream in thine eyes? 

Darkened the sun to me, 

Blackened the skies ; 

Made there be none to me, 

Nor star nor sun to me, 

Only black skies. 




LOVE ON THE MOUNTAIN 




Y love comes down from the mountain 

Through the mists of dawn ; 
I look and the star of morning 

From the sky is gone. 

My love comes down from the mountain, 

At dawn, dewy-sweet ; 
Did you step from the star to the mountain, 

O little white feet? 

O whence came your twining tresses 

And your shining eyes, 
But out of the gold of the morning 

And the blue of the skies? 



The misty mountain is burning 

In the sun's red fire, 
And the heart in my breast is burning 

And lost in desire. 



I follow you into the valley 

But no word can I say ; 
To the East or the West I will follow 

Till the dusk of my day. 





PHYLLIS 




HYLLIS is my only joy, 

Faithless as the wind or seas ; 
Sometimes cunning, sometimes coy, 
Yet she never fails to please : 
If with a frown 
I am cast down, 
Phyllis, smiling 
And beguiling, 
Makes me happier than before. 



Though, alas ! too late I find 
Nothing can her fancy fix, 
Yet, the moment she is kind, 
1 forgive her all her tricks, 
Which, though I see 
I can't get free ; 
She deceiving, 
I believing, 
What need lovers wish for more 




A REVOCATION 




AT should I say? 
—Since Faith is dead, 
And Truth away 
From you is fled ? 
Should I be led 

With doubleness? 

Nay ! Nay ! mistress, 

I promised you, 

And you promised me, 

To be as true 

As I would be. 

But since I see 
Your double heart, 
Farewell my part ! 

Thought for to take 

'Tis not my mind, 

But to forsake 

One so unkind; 

And as I find 
So will I trust 
Farewell, uniust ! 

Can you say nay 
But that you said 
That I alway 
Should be obeyed ? 
And thus betrayed. 

Or that I wist ! 

Farewell, unkist! 




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BETWEEN THE SHOWERS 




ETWEEN the showers I went my way, 
The glistening street was gay with flowers ; 
It seemed that March had turned to May 
Between the showers. 

Above the shining roofs and towers 
The blue broke out athwart the gray: 
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers 
Between the showers. 

Hither and thither, swift and gay, 
The people chased the changeful hours ; 
And you, you passed and smiled that day 
Between the showers. 





THE NUN 




F you become a nun, dear, 

A friar I will be ; 

In any cell you run dear, 

Pray look behind for me. 

The roses all turn pale, too ; 

The doves all take the veil, too ; 

The blind will see the show: 

What ! you become a nun, my dear ? 

I'll not believe it, no ! 



If you become a nun, dear, 
The bishop, Love will be ; 
The cupids every one, dear, 
Will chant, "We trust in thee !" 
The incense will go sighing 
The candles fall a-dying, 
The water turn to wine ! 
What ! you go take the vows, my 
You may, but they'll be mine. 



ar? 








THREE SHADOWS 




LOOKED, and saw your eyes 
In the shadow of your hair, 
As a traveller sees the stream 
In the shadow of the wood ; 
And I said, "My faint heart sighs, 
Ah me 1 to linger there, 
To drink deep and to dream 
In that sweet solitude." 

I looked, and saw your heart 
In the shadow of your eyes, 
As a seeker sees the gold 
In the shadow of the stream; 
And I said, "Ah me! what art 
Should win the immortal prize, 
Whose want must make life cold, 
And heaven a hollow dream ?" 



I looked, and saw your love 
In the shadow of your heart ; 
As a diver sees the pearl 
In the shadow of the sea ; 
And I murmured, not above 
My breath, but all apart ;— 
"Ah, you can love, true girl, 
And is your love for me ?" 




A SERENADE 




OOK out upon the stars, my love, 

And shame them with thine eyes, 
On which than on the lights above 

There hang more destinies. 
Night's beauty is the harmony 

Of blending shades and light ; 
Then, lady, up,— look out, and be 

A sister to the night. 

Sleep not ! thine image wakes for aye 

Within my watching breast : 
Sleep not ! from her soft sleep should fly 

Who robs all hearts of rest. 
Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, 

And make this darkness gay 
With looks, whose brightness well might 
make 

Of darker nights a day. 




JE NE SAIS QUOI! 




ES, I'm in love, I feel it now, 

And Celia has undone me ! 
And yet I'll swear I can't tell how 

The pleasing plague stole on me. 

Tis not her face that love creates 

For there no graces revel ; 
'Tis not her shape, for there the fates 

Have rather been uncivil. 

'Tis not her air, for sure in that 
There's nothing more than common ; 

And all her sense is only chat 
Like any other woman. 




Her voice, her touch might give the alarm, 
'Twas both, perhaps, or neither ! 

In short, 'twas that provoking charm 
Of Celia, altogether. 




BEAUTY'S DREAM 




OVE wakes and weeps 

While Beauty sleeps ! 

O for Music's softest numbers, 

To prompt a theme, 

For Beauty's dream, 

Soft as the pillow of her slumbers. 

Through groves of palm 

Sigh gales of balm, 

Fire-flies in the air are wheeling ; 

While through the gloom 

Comes soft perfume, 

The distant beds of flowers revealing 

O wake and live ! 

No dream can give 

A shadowed bliss, 

The real excelling ; 

No longer sleep, 

From lattice peep, 

And list the tale that love is telling. 




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THE FIRST SONG 




POET writ a song of May 
That checked his breath awhile ; 

He kept it for a summer day, 
Then spake with half a smile : 

"Oh, little song of purity 

Of mystic to-and-fro, 
You are so much a part of me 

1 dare not let you go." 

And so he made a sister song 
With more of cunning art ; 

But held the first his whole life long 
Deep hidden in his heart. 





HELEN'S SONG 




HE rose is weeping for her love, 

The nightingale ; 
And he is flying fast above, 

To her he will not .fail. 
Already golden eve appears, 

He wings his way along ; 
Ah ! look, he comes to kiss her tears, 

And soothe her with his song. 

The moon in pearly light may steep 

The still, blue air ; 
The rose hath ceased to droop and weep 

For lo ! her love is there ; 
He sings to her, and o'er the trees 

She hears his sweet notes swim ; 
The world may weary— she but sees 

Her love, and hears but him. 




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GLORY 




H, think when a hero is sighing, 

What danger in such an adorer, 
What woman could dream of denying 

The hand that lays laurels before her ; 
No heart is so guarded around, 

But the smile of a victor would take it, 
No bosom can slumber so sound 

But the trumpet of glory can wake it. 

Love sometimes is given to sleeping, 

And woe to the heart that allows him, 
For soon, neither smiling nor weeping 

Will e'er from such slumber arouse him. 
But, though he were sleeping so fast 

That the life almost seemed to forsake 
him, 
Even then, one soul-stirring blast 

Brom the trumpet of glory would wake 
him. 





A DREAM-GARDEN 




ILL you come one day to see me 

In my House of Dream ? 
I'll light the way before you 

With a rainbow gleam. 

You'll see the cloud-walled garden 

Where my lilies grow, 
And count the sunflowers swaying 

In a golden row. 

The south wind blows the rose leaves 

Before the sun, 
In a cloud of crimson sweetness 

When day is done. 



And the stars come out a-flutter 
Like moths white-winged 

Among my apple branches 
All flame be-ringed. 

Flame-fair the apples shimmer 
And change and glow, 

And nowhere but in cloud-land 
Such apples grow. 

come and see my garden 
And my House of Dream. 

1 '11 light the way before you 

With a rainbow gleam. 








A BIRTHDAY 




Y heart is like a singing bird 

Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; 

My heart is like an apple-tree 

Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; 

My heart is like a rainbow shell 

That paddles in a halcyon sea ; 

My heart is gladder than all these, 

Because my love is come to me. 

Raise me a dais of silk and down ; 
Hang it with vair and purple dyes ; 
Carve it in doves and pomegranates, 
And peacocks with a hundred eyes ; 
Work it in gold and silver grapes, 
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys 
Because the birthday of my life 
Is come, mv love is come to me. 







ECHO 




OW sweet the answer Echo makes 

To music at night, 
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, 
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, 

Goes answering light ! 

Yet Love hath echoes truer far, 

And far more sweet, 
Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star 
Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar, 

The songs repeat. 

Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, 

And only then— 
The sigh that's breathed for one to hear, 
Is by that one, that only dear, 

Breathed back again ! 





TO DAFFODILS 





AIR Daffodils we weep to see 
You haste away so soon : 
As yet the early-rising Sun 
Has not attained his noon, 

Stay, stay, 
Until the hasting day 

Has run 
But to the evensong ; 
And having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along. 

We have short time to stay, as you, 
We have as short a spring 
As quick a growth to meet decay 
As you, or anything. 

We die, 
As your hours do, and dry 

Away 
Like to the summer's rain ; 
Or as the pearls of morning dew 
Ne'er to be found again. 




IN THE DAYS OF OLD 




N the days of old 
Lovers felt true passion, 
Deeming years of sorrow 
By a smile repaid : 
Now, the chains of gold 
Spells of pride and fashion, 
Bid them say good-morrow 
To the best-loved maid. 

Through the forest wild, 
O'er the mountains lonely, 
They were never weary 
Honour to pursue : 
If the damsd smiled 
Once in seven years only 
All their wanderings weary 
Ample guerdon knew. 



Now, one day's caprice 
Weighs down year's of smiling, 
Youthful hearts are rovers, 
Love is bought and sold : 
Fortune's gifts may cease, 
Love is less beguiling, 
Wiser were the lovers 
In the days of old. 





CUPID'S KISS 




WAS as she slept that Cupid came, 

His bow and arrows taking, 
That she might feel his power in dreams 

Who scorned his weapons waking. 

As o'er her sleeping form he poised 
The shaft that oft had missed her 

Her beauty touched his roguish heart- 
He only stooped and kissed her. 

Since when, upon her fair soft cheek, 
Love's amorous imprint keeping, 

A charming dimple marks the place 
Where Cupid kissed her, sleeping. 







TO DAPHNE 




IKE apple blossom, white and red, 
Like hues of dawn, which fly too soon ; 

Like bloom of peach, so softly spread, 
Like thorn of May and rose of June— 

Oh sweet ! oh fair ! beyond compare 
Are Daphne's cheeks, 

Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. 

That pretty rose that comes and goes 
Like April sunshine in the sky, 

I can command it when I choose, 
See how it rises when I cry. 

Oh sweet ! oh fair ! beyond compare 
Are Daphne's cheeks, 

Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. 



Ah, when it lies round lips and eyes 
And fades away, again to spring, 

No lover, sure could ask for more 
Than still to cry and still to sing, 

Oh sweet ! oh fair I beyond compare 
Are Daphne's cheeks, 

Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear 




THE SILENT LOVER 




RONG not, sweet empress of my heart 

The merit of true passion 
With thinking that he feels no smart, 

That sues for no compassion. 

Silence in love bewrays more woe 
Than words though ne'er so witty : 

A beggar that is dumb, you know, 
May challenge double pity. 

Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, 
My true, though secret passion ; 

He smarteth most that hides his smart, 
And sues for no compassion. 





LOVE IN THY YOUTH, 
FAIR MAID 




OVE in thy youth, fair maid, be wise, 
Old Time will make thee colder, 

And though each morning new arise, 
Yet we each day grow older. 

Thou as heaven art fair and young, 
Thine eyes like twin stars shining; 

But ere another day be done 
All these will be declining. 

Then winter comes with all his fears, 

And all thy sweets shall borrow; 
Too late, then, wilt thou shower thy 

tears, 
And I, too late shall sorrow. 




FORTUNIO'S SONG 




OMRADES! in vain ye seek to learn 
For whom I burn ; 
Not for a kingdom would I dare 
Her name declare. 

But we will chant in chorus still,— 
If so you will, — 

That she I love is blonde and sweet, 
As blades of wheat. 

Whate'er her wayward fancies ask 
Becomes my task ; 
Should she my very life demand, 
'Tis in her hand. 

The pain of passion unrevealed 
Can scarce be healed : 
Such pain within my heart I bear, 
To my despair. 



Nathless, I love her all too well 
Her name to tell. 
And I would sooner die than e'er 
Her name declare. 





A SONG FOR THE ASKING 




SONG ! What songs have died 

Upon the earth, 
Voices of love and pride— 

Of tears and mirth ? 
Fading as hearts forget, 

As shadows flee ! 
Vain is the voice of song, 
And yet— 

I sing to thee ! 

A song ! what ocean shell 
Were silent long, 

If in thy touch might dwell 
Its all of song? 

A song ! Then near my heart 
Thy cheek must be, 

For like the shell, -it sings- 
Sweet Heart- 
To thee, of thee I 




SONG 




EEK not the tree of silkiest bark 

And balmiest bud, 
To carve her name, while yet 'tis dark, 

Upon the wood. 
The world is full of noble tasks, 

And wreaths hard-won : 
Each work demands strong hearts, strong 
hands, 

Till day is done. 

Sing not that violet veined skin ; 

That cheek's pale roses ; 
The lily of that form wherein 

Her soul reposes! 
Forth to the fight, true man, true knight ! 

The clash of arms 
Shall more prevail than whispered tale 

To win her charms. 




The warrior for the True, the Right 

Fights in love's name ; 
The love that lures thee from that fight 

Lures thee to shame. 
That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves 

The spirit free ; 
That love, or none, is fit for one 

Man— shaped like thee. 



TO AMARANTHA, 
THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVFL 

HER HAIR 



MARANTHA, sweet and fair, 
Ah, braid no more that shining hair, 
As any curious hand or eye 
Hovering round thee, let it fly ! 

Every tress must be confess'd 
But neatly tangled at the best ; 
Like a clew of golden thread 
Most excellently ravelled. 

Do not, then, wind up that light 
In ribbands, and o'ercloud in night, 
Like the Sun in 's early ray ; 
But shake thy head, and scatter day 






HER LIPS 




FTEN I have heard it said 
That her lips are ruby-red 
Little heed I what they say, 
I have seen as red as they 
Ere she smiled on other men 
Real rubies were they then. 

When she kissed me once in play, 
Rubies were less bright than they, 
And less bright were those that shone 
In the palace of the sun. 
Will they be as bright again ? 
Not if kissed by other men. 




ENVY 




INE-TREE swaying, swaying softly, 

Envy not my Lady so, 
Though she moves with lovelier motion 

Than your swaying boughs can show. 

Sigh not, little breeze, O, sigh not 
In the tree-tops everywhere ; 

Though you have no sound more joyous 
Than her laughter on the air ! 

Pout not your lips, red rosebud, 
Red lips green-engarlanded ; 

Though her mouth has lovelier moulding 
Round her soft lips lovelier red. 



Envy not, 0, wild red rosebud, 
Sighing breeze, and pine-tree tall, 

One whose beauty makes the world 
Live in, lovelier for you all. 




CHERRY-RIPE 





HERE is a garden in her face 
Where roses and white lilies blow 
A heavenly paradise is that place, 
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; 
There cherries grow that none may buy 
Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. 

Those cherries fairly do enclose 
Of orient pearl a double row, 
Which, when her lovely laughter shows 
They look like rosebuds filled with snow. 
Yet them no peer nor prince may buy. 
Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. 

Her eyes like angels watch them still ; 
Her brows like bended bows do stand, 
Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill 
All that approach with eye or hand 
These sacred cherries to come nigh, 
—Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. 




SONG 




OUR heart is a music-box, dearest, 
With exquisite tunes at command 
Of melody sweetest and clearest, 
If tried by a delicate hand ; 
But its workmanship, love, is so fine 
At a single rude touch it would break ; 
Then, oh ! be the magic key mine, 
Its fairy-like whispers to wake. 
And there's one little tune it can play, 
That I fancy all others above — 
You learned it of Cupid, one day,— 
It begins with and ends with " I love ! " 

"Hove!" 
My heart echoes to it, "I love!" 




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LOVE 




sigh, yet feel no pain, 

To weep, but scarce know why ; 
To sport awhile with Beauty's chain, 

Then throw it idly by. 
To kneel at many a shrine, 

Yet lay the heart at none ; 
To think all other charms divine 

But those we just have won. 
This is love, faithless love, 
Such as kindleth hearts that rove. 

To keep one sacred flame, 

Through life, unchilled, unmoved, 
To love in wintry age, the same 

As first in youth we loved ; 
To feel that we adore, 

Ev'n to such fond excess 
That though the heart would break with 
more, 

It could not live with less ! 
This is love, faithful love, 
Such as saints might feel above. 




INCONSTANCY 




ES ! I swore to be true, 1 allow, 
And I meant it, but somehow or other 

The seal of that amorous vow 
Was pressed on the lips of another. 

Yet I did but as all would have done, 
For where is the being, dear cousin, 

Content with the beauties of one, 
When he might have the range of a 
dozen. 

Young Love is a changeable boy, 
And the gem of the sea-rock is like him, 

For he gives back the beams of his joy, 
To each sunny eye that may strike him. 



From a kiss of a zephyr and rose 
Love sprang in an exquisite hour 

And fleeting and sweet, heaven knows 
Is this child of a sigh and a flower. 




PRESENT IN ABSENCE 



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BSENCE, hear thou my protestation, 

Against thy strength, 

Distance and length ; 
Do what thou canst for alteration 
For hearts of truest mettle 
Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. 

Who loves a mistress of such quality, 

He soon hath found 

Affection's ground 
Beyond time, place, and all mortality 
To hearts that cannot vary 
Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry. 



By absence this good means I gain, 
That I can catch her 
Where none can watch her 

In some close corner of my brain : 

There I embrace and kiss her ; 

And so I both enjoy and miss her. 











GATHER YE ROSEBUDS WHILE 

YE MAY 




ATHER ye rosebuds while ye may 

Old Time is still a-flying 
And this same flower that smiles to-day 

To-morrow may be dying. 

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 

The higher he 's a-getting, 
The sooner will his race be run, 

And nearer he 's to setting. 

That age is best which is the first 
When youth and blood are warmer; 

But being spent, the worse and worst 
Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, out use your time, 
And while ye may, go marry: 

For having lost but once your prime 
Ye may forever tarry. 






Copyright, ion, by Ttie Curtis FuMisliing Company 



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THE SEDGES 




WHISPERED my great sorrow 

To every listening sedge ; 
And they bent, bowed with my sorrow, 

Down to the water's edge. 

But she stands and laughs lightly 

To see me sorrow so, 
Like the light winds that laughing 

Across the water go. 

If I could tell the bright ones 

That quiet-hearted move, 
They would bend down like the sedges 

With the sorrow of love. 



But she stands laughing lightly 
Who all my sorrow knows, 

Like the little wind that laughing 
Across the water blows. 







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